If this is the last thing I see
Then maybe this world isn't just cruelty
This setting sun is beautiful
Some might even say it's a miracle
I'd say thank god but I am not spiritual
I wonder how many I've been too blind to find
The one's that I've missed
Maybe if I bothered to search
These cuts wouldn't be on my wrists
I just hope
One day another lost kid finds a way to cope
Their words will flow
And finally let their tears show
And, ACTION:
(He pulls the trigger)
Cut-the skin
YOU ARE READING
Infatuated Bliss
Poetry"This is the mindscape carved by a blade, engraved into my mind. The same blade I used to carve the word Happy into my skin" ~ Assassain_Music #18 in MentallyUnstable #967 in Anxiety..that's impressive-right??
